I just can’t resist it sometimes, doing something that I know I shouldn’t but it just feels so good (and fun). I’m talking about rolling. Whilst the weather is warm and dry I love nothing better than a good roll in the sand or dirt. When we go out on walkies I run straight over to the sand, lie down and roll around, over and over,, wriggling this way and that way, even getting right down on my tummy and as mummy says swimming in it!
Getting the sand right down into all the layers of my fur, making sure I’m completely covered, from nose to tail. Then just when mummy thinks I’m all done, off I go again, please mummy, just one more roll I meow. “Well, go on then, seeing as you’re already filthy, one more won’t make any difference.” Woo hoo!
Then when I’m all done, I have a good shake and make little Jenny dust clouds 😺 as I run off to chase a fly. Then mummy gives me a good all over rub, from my head to my bottom, using her fingers to give me a tickle too and we make more little dust and fur clouds. I love this game and it makes me tingle all over. Again! Again! Again! Mummy I meow with delight and then off we go and carry on with our walkies.
Sometimes I roll in the sand and sometimes in the dry mud out in the gardens, I don’t mind which one but at the moment the sand is my favourite coz it gets right down into the fur. Even after a long walkies and having mummy give me a good rub down, when we get in daddy takes off my harness, gives me a stroke all over and kisses my head. “You’ve been rolling again, haven’t you?” He says as he wipes his mouth from all the bits of sand that he got when he kissed me and I proudly meow yes daddy and it felt good.
I just hope that I don’t roll so much that a good rub isn’t enough to get rid of all the muck, I really wouldn’t want a bath so I’ll just have to remember that when I get carried away rolling.
Of course Millie couldn’t go without a bit of mischief this week too. It was early o’clock when she decided to knock mummy’s plant pot off the bathroom side. Crash, bang! Poor Mr. Spikey was all over the bathroom floor and Millie was just a ginger streak disappearing along the bottom of the bed. Poor mummy had to clear up all the soil and put Mr. Spikey into another pot, she wasn’t very happy at all! It reminded me when I knocked mummy’s pot of smelly stuff off the back of the toilet.
And don’t think that Angelin doesn’t join in with the mischief too, despite her angelic name she can be a little devil sometime. She works her way along the shelf of the bookcase and knocks off all mummy’s ornaments one by one. Then she sits there, according to mummy and daddy looking all sweet and innocent. You had better not leave anything on the dining table either as Millie with her giant paws will just can’t resist swishing anything off onto the floor.
I guess we’re just so full of life that we can’t always hold it all in, we are cats after all and just love to do what comes naturally to us which includes a little mischief from time to time. Luckily for us we have such lovely pawents that, whilst they might tell us off, they don’t stay mad at us very long. Well how could anyone stay mad for long when we all have such cute faces?
Jenny’s Story 